Doc looks at Wolf.
Wolf shrugs.
“A lot.”
“How many bases Trigger contacted?”
Trigger folds his arms.
“A lot.”
“How many times we thought you were dead too?”
Doc's face goes pale.
I don't think anyone has ever said that to him.
Havoc steps closer.
“You weren't the only man who loved Grant.”
The words hit everyone.
Me most of all.
Doc looks down.
For fifteen years, he's carried Grant’s dog tags beside his heart and convinced himself it was his fault, because he couldn’t save Grant.
Blaze closes the remaining distance.
I think he's going to hug him.
He doesn't.
He punches Doc in the shoulder.
Hard.
Doc stumbles.
“What the hell?”
Blaze grabs him and pulls him into a hug.
“There. Now I feel better.”
For one second, Doc stands frozen.
Then his arms come around Blaze.
Wolf joins them.
Trigger follows.
Ace.
Havoc.